•Enamoured By Fictional Men•

my ateez debut! here it is @jaehunnyy !! i really wanted to post smth for your bday so please take this as a late bday present 😭 thanks for proofreading a bit of this one and finding the pictures for the banners 🥰 you saved me a bunch of tears fr 😀 have fun with the second one (even though it's the same...😭)

It’s not an unusual occurrence for you to be staying up late at night and for San to find you draped over your books and worksheets when he gets home. In fact, it’s becoming such a usual occurrence that San is making it a habit to open the front door with such gentleness that the click of the door opening would be too loud for his liking. In reality, your study desk at your shared apartment is quite a distance from the entrance of the apartment, so if San wanted to, he could enter in the same way as if you were awake.

But he didn’t want to.

In the rare case that you decide to snooze off on the couch, he doesn’t want to be the one to ruin your precious, peaceful sleeping time. Unfortunately for him, he would still be needing to do it one way or another if he ever finds you asleep on the couch or anywhere but your shared bed. The victorious smile from closing the front door quietly soon turns upside down, frowning at the sight of your head lying on your stack of handouts in the study room. The stack acted as your pillow, your arms around the rectangular pile. You look like you have been resting your body for some time now, given that San’s soft head pat didn’t faze you at all. With a slightly heavy sigh, San makes his way to the other side of the desk to get a better look at your face. He kneels on the floor, content with being more at eye level with you. 

He’s surprised to see that you must’ve been so exhausted that taking your glasses off might have been too much effort for you. The side frame completely rests on the paper, the nose pad of the glasses no longer resting properly on your nose. San hisses at how the hard plastic pushes against your nose, already imagining the pain when you wake up and realise tomorrow.

“Bubs,” he tests your consciousness with a whisper. “Your whole body is going to hurt when you wake up, you know?” Your breathing is still as even as before, and the no response from you deepens his frown. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to move you, okay?” 

San rises to his feet once again, grabbing the blanket drapped on your study desk that he has prepared. He’s told you multiple times to at least cover your body if you don’t plan to take a nap on the bed, but he should have known that when tiredness kicks in, all a person wants to do is to close their eyes. San spreads the light cotton across your back, kissing the side of your head and humming sweet melodies to avoid surprising you too much with his movement.

“San?” You slur sleepily, still unable to fully wake up. San clicks your desk light off and soon sees your content smile at his little gesture. “When did you get home?”

“Just a few seconds ago. When did you fall asleep?”

“Just a few minutes ago.” A raised eyebrow from your boyfriend is what prompts you to tell him the truth. “A little longer than that.”

San tuts disapprovingly, “You can’t keep slouching off on the table. It’s not good for your body. And this,” he takes your glasses off by the hinges, “it’s not comfortable for you.”

You hum at his loving lecture for you, beginning to straighten your back from the long nap. Truthfully, if San weren’t beside you right now, you would be sending complaints to your past self for dozing off at the table, your back cramping and sore. But Choi San knows you too well, and the creases between your eyebrows tell him everything.

“See?” He reprimands. 

You’re not given another chance to rebut when he swivels the chair around for you to face him. In a second, you’re in his arms, the back of your knee and back supported securely with his arms, and your shoulder pressed against his chest. San looks down at you, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead that you respond to by pressing yours along his jawline. Along the short walk to the adjacent room, you plant kisses all over his face, giggling at the way his cheeks grow red with every second. 

Just a few seconds before San would rest you gently on the mattress, you steal a kiss from his plump lips, arms wrapped around his nape and threading your fingers into the strands of his hair. San almost stumbles but soon regains balance when he registers the way you delicately take his lips. Along with the giggles and fabric rustling against each other in the small room, it’s not long until your head properly lays on a pillow. San doesn’t let you breathe after, climbing on top of your figure with his palms beside your head to support himself. His knees sink to the mattress beside your thighs, and you’re left breathless with the man before you. The remnants of his cologne are clearer now, and the proximity leaves you curling up a side of your lips.

Your boyfriend knows the meaning of your expression well from experience. “Don’t rile me up, baby girl…”

Just like he did a second ago, your eyebrow rises. Your pointer traces along the center of his exposed neck, feeling the gulp and his intense stare on you. You glide across his skin, tracing along his collarbones slowly, making sure that your touch lingers on his skin. When your finger slides down to the neckline of his fabric, it curls around his shirt to pull his tense expression closer to you. A quick touch of your lips is all you spare him before regaining eye contact with him.

“And if I do?”

Those words are enough for San to lose control, pulling the sheets to his palms as he fists them tightly. One hand leaves the bed, restraining both your wrists under his hold above your head. He dives closer to the crook of your neck, ragged breathing and warm breath against your skin.

“I’ll make sure you’ll sleep peacefully for days.”

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After a long day of planning with Minji’s chosen wedding coordinator, you found yourself driving to the familiar road leading to Aurora Cafe. Parked a little offset, you contemplated whether you have enough energy to face Hongjoong and Seonghwa or have enough audacity to bother Jongho again.

“Hi, Jongho.”

“Wifey, good morning! Quite early today, aren't you?” Jongho seemed to be finishing up a giant bouquet when you walked in.

“I need peace before I meet with my future sister-in-law.” Your hand reaching out to the pink glossy wrap of the bouquet. “I love tulips.” Your blurted, leaning into the counter and resting one arm on it.

“Oh yeah?” Jongho grinned. “You’re one of the few then. At least, the customers that I know of. I’d give you some extras but sadly, these are my last ones. My supplier will start sending me tulips again on next Spring.”

Your smile dropped. “Ah yeah, I remembered. They're out of season, right?” You instinctively touch one of the flowers.

“Yep. I usually offer them only on April. But this client of mine said that his girlfriend really really really loves tulips.” Jongho said, putting foliage and filler flowers. “These flowers will probably last for less than 24 hours but client didn’t give a shit. We usually don't sell tulips when they're fully bloomed.” He looked so concentrated and serious that you simply admire him.

Is this some sort of requirement for Wooyoung’s friends? To love what you’re doing? To live the life you wanted? ‘Cause they do seem to live life the way they wanted to— not necessarily careless but care free. You snapped out of your thoughts.

“Why is that?” You blinked, nose wrinkling.

“It's at the end of its life cycle. Petals would fall off even with a small nudge.” Jongho picked up a fallen petal on the table, then placed it in your palm. “We sell them with closed buds so the person who’ll receive it enjoy its entire blooming process but then again… it's out of season. This is the very last batch I can get this year. But also, my client’s girlfriend really really loves tulips.” Jongho chuckled, as if he’s reliving that conversation he had with his customer. “I guess when you love someone you just find a way to give them what their heart really desires, yeah?”

Your head dipped lower. Of course, you should know that. You’re engaged and about to get married. “Yeah. Absolutely.” Your head fogged afterwards.

Jongho grabbed a cream and light pink ribbon, the scratching sound of the roll bringing you back to your place. Shaking your head, your mouth opened, wanting to ask him a question but decided against it.

When Jongho put the final touches in the bouquet, you watched him write down something on a card, before slipping it between the flowers of the masterpiece he just created.

It’s fucking beautiful. That's all you could think of by looking at it.

“If you really think about it wifey, you're the same with my customer who bought this.” Jongho broke the silence.

Your brows furrowed. “How come?”

“Aren't you doing everything so that you can marry your fiance?”

One. Two. Three.

Your car door slammed. You were practically sprinting when you got out of it. Seonghwa was wiping down the windows when you passed by and instead of going to Jongho’s flower shop, you find yourself inside the bookstore.

The smell of deep leather and wood enveloped your senses, instantly calming your nerves and the sour mood from earlier events. There was a buzzer right next to the door with a note taped above it.

Press the buzzer if you need help :)

Right beside it was another sign that said:

YS Cromer Library and Bookstore

Travel between universe. Read without limit.

You pressed the buzzer when you realized that the place was empty. You can’t just sit anywhere, can you? You can see a few tables around, sure, but you still want to notify the owner that you just walked in. You don’t have the guts to just stroll inside his or her bookstore and start acting like you own it.

A hidden door (you didn’t notice that it’s a door given that it’s so well-hidden as a book shelf) slides and spits out a very familiar face. Your eyes squinted, “Yeosang?”

Yeosang owns the bookstore. You wondered what’s going on inside Wooyoung’s friends when they decided to put their businesses right next to each other. It’s a thought that is appaling yet still amazing to you.

You were too taken back to see Yeosang that you made up a plot in your head, then asking him if he knows what book that is. In which, surprisingly, he found a book that you never heard of but matches the plot you’ve given him perfectly well.

“This is it. Thank you so much.”

Yeosang handed you the book. “That’s one of the new ones that just came in yesterday. You probably saw it online, didn’t you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Yes. I think I saw it in Tiktok or something.”

Yeosang nodded. “You can sit wherever you want. All the books and tables are free to use, no limit.” He said. “Well, until I close at 11PM, at least.” He smiled.

“Okay. Thanks, Yeosang.” You smiled back.

You were halfway through what you’re reading when you snapped it shut, frustrated. It was the slowest burn of the slow burns you've ever read. You're at page two hundred something and the main characters haven't even kissed yet! And you can list ten instances where they should've kissed already! Damn this book.

Pulling out your laptop, you started scrolling down the pictures of potential venues and set ups. You gulped remembering the small fight you had with Minji earlier where you momentarily lost your temper.

“This! This is the best one so far!” Minji exclaimed, beaming brightly and hands clapping.

Jia, the wedding coordinator, stated that it was Minjae’s favorite along with the beach wedding she showed before this slide. Jia then turned to you. “What do you think, Ma’am?”

“I don't like it. It's not my taste.” You stared at the presentation, blankly.

“What?” Minji’s eyes widened. “But this is also Minjae’s choice!”

“Well, what about my choice? You’ve known Jia since the day I got engaged and started planning with her the day after that. I don't even know if I have a say at this wedding or you’re all just making me feel included— which by the way, I do not!” You pressed the side of your temples. “Is this my wedding or is this your family’s wedding? What am I at this point? I don't even feel like the bride!”

Jia clearly taken back, started fiddling with her fingers, looking between you and Minji. You hang your head low, feeling the tension rise up to your neck.

Minji’s mood turned sullen. “Well, you can send Jia your recommendations, then we'll see it next meeting.”

“Didn't I send you every recommendation I had?” You looked at her, brows raised.

Minji rolled her eyes, “I forgot about it. Send it to her directly this time.”

Your phone buzzed from your laptop bag. You contemplated whether to read whatever notification that was or ignore it. That was until your Macbook’s iMessage also popped up.

Minji-noona told me what happened. What is this about, love?

Biting your lip, you typed:

You forgot to tell me about the wedding coordinator and her team, Minjae. They have every thing planned out already. She got an event designer, stylist, planner, everything!

My family just wanted this wedding to be perfect. His text said.

You groaned. After your last talk with Wooyoung’s friends, you had developed a disdain for the word perfect. The three dots of the message bubble tells you that Minjae is not done yet. Leaning back to your seat, you dreaded what he’s about to tell you next.

You deserve perfect.

I don’t care if the wedding isn’t perfect, Jae. You erased that.

I just want to be involved with the planning, Minjae. You furiously started clicking the backspace.

It doesn’t have to be perfect, Minjae. You hit enter, right ring finger pressing with pressure.

Don’t make me laugh, love. Of course it has to be.

The typing bubble appeared again, the same time your energy draining from your body. You pulled your hands away from your macbook, resting it on your lap instead.

I’ll talk to Minji. I’ll fix this mess. Please don’t do this again. My sister just wants what’s the best for us.

You closed your laptop shut, lip trembling at what you just read. With your head down on the desk and your arms as a makeshift pillow, you allowed yourself to silently cry. Whether it’s because of the pent up frustration with the wedding or overwhelming happenings in your life, you didn’t care. All you knew is that you needed to cry— wanted to cry.

Just let it out. Crying is good for the soul, you can hear your Dad’s voice in your head.

The soft click of a coffee cup snapped you out of your daydream. Yeosang was towering over you with a somewhat sad smile on his face. You straightened your body, wiping your tears and your face.

You sniffed. “What’s this for?”

“I made coffee, thought you might need one as well.” He said. “I don’t know how you like yours but I added one sugar and two creamers, just in case.”

Your heart burns with gratefulness. “Thank you. This is fine.”

Instead of leaving, Yeosang decided to take a seat on the right side of the table. The warmth seeped into your palms before you can even take a sip. Your eyes closed at the taste and the temperature just exactly how you wanted your coffees to be. Not too cold and not too hot.

Yeosang stared at your tear stained eyes and redding nose. When your eyes met his, you couldn’t help but pop a brow at him. He was the first one to break the eye contact, taking in a deep breath before huffing out loud. “I won’t ask you why you’re crying, if that’s what you think I’ll do.”

“Didn’t really think about that.” You replied, the rim of the cup meeting your lips again.

“Weddings are stressful, I’m guessing.” Yeosang fingers tapped on the table.

A quiet laugh came through your nose. “Very.”

As the silence enveloped the two of you, Yeosang kept fidgeting with his fingers, eyes wandering in his own bookstore while you enjoyed the coffee that he gave. The occassional clack of the cup and Yeosang’s taps served as a beat on the library’s soft music.

“So… You own this place?” You asked before the quietness turn into something awkward.

“Not really. I mean, I do own this library slash bookstore. But the place itself, I don’t.” Yeosang answered. “You won’t believe who owns this.” His cheeks puffed up.

“Who?” You cocked your head.

“Wooyoung.” He beamed. You can tell that he’s really proud of the information he just revealed with his head held high. “Well, technically San too but Wooyoung owned this place before San gets involved as his business partner. It’s quite complicated to explain, but yeah.” He yapped.

You lips parted, “Just this place or—?”

“Ahhh!” Yeosang’s eyes dilated, “Yes, the cafe and the flower shop too. We pay him rent.” His head shook, but the broad grin on his face tells that he doesn’t mind.

Brows furrowing, you squirmed in your seat before uttering the question sitting at the back of your mind. “What does Wooyoung do? Like his job?”

Yeosang turned to you, staring for a good second before breaking into a smile again. “Why don’t you ask him?”

Your eyes rolled. “I don’t think I can talk to him outside the divorce process.” You placed the now empty cup on the table. “We’re not exactly friends.”

Yeosang chuckled. “Uh huh.”

“We’re only meeting because we’re getting divorced.” That sounded convincing enough to you.

Yeosang remained quiet for a moment then shrugged in agreement. At least, that’s what you think he did. He excused himself, needing to arrange a couple of books that arrived this morning. Apparently, tomorrow is when high schoolers come in and crowd his library. Something along the lines of scheduled hang out and comic-reading day chaos.

You grabbed the forgotten book you were reading earlier while Yeosang busied himself stacking and rearranging. You tried your best to read, you really did, but your mind is too clouded. What does Wooyoung do? He owns the building? This whole building?? He’s rich? Or—???

“You know, Wooyoung’s actually terrible at talking about himself.” Yeosang shared, three books pressed between his chest and arms.

That made you look up.

“If you ever want to know something about him,” Yeosang smiled for what seemed like the hundredth time today. “You’re better off asking him.”

The library fell into tranquility. It wasn’t uncomfortable— it was just peaceful? For the first time since the meeting, you haven’t thought of the ugly color combinations Minji wanted on your wedding or the bright and yellow wedding invitation Minhee suggested that she called ‘aesthetic’

No thoughts of wedding venues, wedding invitations, wedding gowns. Minjae’s sister. Or the terrible food options their Mom wanted at the wedding.

You just simply… existed. Something you haven’t felt in a while since you got engaged.

You ignored all of Minjae’s texts and calls when you were packing your stuff. You ended up finishing the slow burn book you asked for and had read another one that Yeosang recommended— it’s about a magical coffee shop that brings people together. Cute but a total fantasy. Still, you enjoyed that easy read that allowed the time to pass by quickly.

With your tote bag over your shoulder, your body turned towards Yeosang who was in the process of returning your borrowed book to its shelf. “I’m gonna go now, Yeo.”

Yeosang froze but a small laugh escaped from his mouth. “Drive safely, Wooyoung’s wifey.”

“I’ll definitely come back next time when I’m in the mood for reading… or crying. Either of those two.” You quipped, making your way towards the doorway.

“Wifey!” Yeosang’s voice echoed.

You looked over your shoulder, stopping on your tracks.

“If you ever need somewhere quiet, we’re usually here.” Yeosang said.

We… You did not have to think deeply to know who’s he referring to.

With crinkling eyes, you waved. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good fucking morning my lovely best friend!” Your hands instantly went up to your eyes to rub them. Your bestfriend, Jihyo, came into the view.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Your voice came out groggy, throat burning because of dryness. “Where the hell is my water.”

Jihyo jumped on the bed, engulfing you in a hug. “I missed you!” She leaned back while you buried your face deeper into the pillows. “We haven’t had the chance to hang out ever since that big night of yours. I understand though. Oh my God, I remember when I was like you! It feels like endless errands, isn’t it?”

You pushed Jihyo away and drown yourself with the covers. “Go away!” You groaned into the blanket.

“You’re so mean! I prepared breakfast for you!” Jihyo jumped up to sit down, her hands grabbed your covers and you played tug of war.

“Let go and let me rest!” A pillow flew between the two of you.

“No! It’s 9 already.” The room stayed still for a second. “Actually, it’s 9:30 so you better get your ass up!” You felt a slap on your butt.

“Oh my God! Jihyo!”

Jihyo wasn’t always the best cook but you were impressed to see that she actually did learn how to prepare breakfast. Once upon a time in your years of friendship with her, she almost burned your kitchen down that alerted the whole neighborhood.

“Wow,” You were staring heart eyed at the well-plated breakfast as you sit down. “This is some nice looking sunny side up.” A smile tugged at your lips. Jihyo exactly knew what you meant about her always burnt, always broken fried eggs.

Two golden sunny side ups, three stacks of hotteok, and some beef stew on the side… It was a monumental moment of Jihyo’s cooking development. Plus points that they do, in fact, look edible.

“I also cooked rice just in case.” Jihyo’s shadow loomed over you, placing side dishes and the giant pitcher of orange juice on the table. “Which by the way, you’re running out of.”

She sat right across the table, pouring drinks on the glass and taking a bite of her masterpiece. “I can’t believe I learned to cook this damn good.”

Your head shook, taking a bite of your own. A satisfied “Mmm” slipped from your mouth. “This is actually good! Are these store-bought hotteok or did you make this?”

The chopsticks Jihyo was holding went up to the air as if she was about to hit you, “Ya! I made that from your nearing the expiration date pancake mix!” Her lips curled. “Tssk! Ungrateful little bitch.”

“Your husband deserves a raise.” You said. Jihyo married a chef/restaurateur, you know damn well that he’s the main reason how she learned cooking decently.

“He deserves a medal. I give it to him every night.”

You gagged, trying not to shake with laughter but the moment you and Jihyo made eye contact, the room erupted in loud laughs and holler. “Eat your food, you silly—!” Jihyo said, shoulders shaking. She then stole a strawberry from your plate and pretended nothing happened.

“Hey!”

“You weren’t eating it and it’s looking real sad.” She said, munching on it.

“I was saving it for later.”

“Liar.” Jihyo stuck out her tongue, grabbing another one off your plate.

Jihyo beamed at your well-decorated living room. She had tied the curtains earlier to let the natural light in and it casted a beautiful glow inside your apartment. Ever since you moved out and started living alone, you’ve rambled about wanting to make your place feels like home. Your own home. And well, you did a great job at making your place homey and so lived in.

Even the way you arranged your cupboards at the kitchen area earlier or how you sorted out your spoons, forks, chopsticks on the drawers. You even fought with Jihyo about using the dishwasher which ended up getting neglected— Jihyo cleaned and soaped the dishes while you rinsed them off.

She picked up a framed photo of you and her when you both graduated in College— chubbier cheeks, brighter eyes, so innocent and unprepared of how the outside world can be. Not that the both of you lost the light in your eyes, Jihyo thought. She got married a year ago and it was her best day ever and you, her best friend, is getting married in a few months.

“So…” Jihyo sat next to you, sitting comfortably on your off-white couch. “How’s the wedding planning going?”

Your hands paused around the mug of your chamomile tea, before letting out a wavered breath. “Busy. Tiring. A little exhausting at times.”

Jihyo nodded knowingly, “I know how Minjae’s family is. They’re the kind that loves to be involved in everything. I’m sure it’s the same with your wedding given that their youngest is about to start a life of his own too.”

A faint smile appeared on your face. “That’s one way to put it.”

“They probably have everything planned already.” Jihyo joked, bumping your shoulder with hers.

“…Mostly.” Your lips thinned.

“I guess that makes things easier?” She asked, watching you thrum your fingers on the mug.

You hesitated just long enough for Jihyo to notice, long enough for her to take a closer look on your face. “Yeah. I guess so.” You took a sip and a silence fell upon the room.

Jihyo pulled back and adjusted on her seat, breaking the quietude. “What flowers did you pick? I’m guessing tulips? Didn’t you say that you wanted a bouquet of tulips on your wedding day? We were like, twelve. You’re so obsessed with them!”

“I…” You looked down then place the mug on the table. “They had a few options. Roses, Pompons, Carnations…” Your voice drifted off.

“Okay. What did you choose?” Jihyo’s mouth quirked, anticipating and expecting that it’ll be your favorite flower.

“I trusted what they wanted.” You sighed. Shoulders dropping.

Jihyo squinted her eyes. “What about the venue decorations?”

“They’re handling that too.” You answered simply. They got the whole team going with Minji. You wanted to add but didn’t.

“The wedding invitations?”

“Minhee wanted to design it herself.” Your lips pursed. Once again, remembering that not-so-pleasing design that she first proposed.

“The—”

You bit your lip. “They’re doing everything. I’m just showing up at this point.” You laughed softly, hoping that it was enough to convince your best friend that everything is okay. Jihyo smiled but you know that she knows deep down that something is lingering behind your eyes.

The conversation drifted to a different topic with Jihyo feeling aware that you’re not in the mood to talk about the anything wedding preparation-related. So instead, you both ended up catching up on other things and reminiscing the moment of Jihyo’s wedding in Japan.

She got promoted recently—which is huge as she’s the kind of person that actually loves climbing the corporate ladder. You, on the other hand, told her that your work leave got extended for two more weeks. You shrugged it off when she asked if that’s okay with you— obviously not— but it takes a little bit off of weight on your shoulders and with Minji always nagging on your neck, it was for the betterment of your mental health. Jihyo was glad that half of those leave will be paid though.

The topic then turned to days before her wedding last year, Jihyo excitedly told you the story of when her and her husband got lost in Tokyo Station when he insisted that he knew the way, only for them to miss their stop and ended up emerging on the opposite exit. That happened before the wedding day and they were both sure they won’t make it for tomorrow.

You laughed until tears gathered in your eyes. You can’t believe that getting lost in Tokyo, running out of Yen to pay in a restaurant, Jihyo’s card declining, losing a shoe in the middle of a busy street— all happened days before their wedding day.

You felt at peace. Normal. And it sure damn feels nice to be able to breathe freely again, even if it’s for a little while.

“Hey! Stop laughing at me!” Jihyo smacked your arm. “And don’t act like you didn’t do shit after the wedding!” She teased.

Your body stayed still.

“Cat got your tongue, huh.” Jihyo said, smug. “Oh, I remember when you stole that whiskey from a stranger! And the jacket situation—”

You pressed your hand to Jihyo’s mouth, slapping it shut. “Okay! Don’t remind me about that! That’s traumatizing!”

She was blabbing under your palms, none of her words registering in your brain as all of it were muffled. You felt something wet slick on your skin. “Ew! What the fuck!”

Jihyo smirked then went to fix her hair. “I also remember that raven haired guy.” She then stuck her tongue out again. Having enough of her teasing, you lunged at Jihyo, fingers slithering on her waist as you attack her with tickles.

When it was time for Jihyo to leave, she mentioned about you calling her whenever the wedding planning gets overwhelming. “I’m serious. If it ever gets overwhelming, just call me okay?”

You gave her a hug and hummed softly. “I will. I promise.”

“I mean it. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself.” Jihyo placed a hand on your shoulder.

For the briefest second, it felt like the words catch somewhere else in your chest. The fight with Minji and her sharp voice. The argument with Minjae. The hidden marriage certificate somewhere in your drawer. A stranger named Wooyoung. His friends… Everything that you’d been hiding from her.

“I’m okay, really.” You spoke.

Jihyo studied you for a moment, it was enough for her to observe that there’s a little bit of hesitation in you. She knows that the smile you’re giving her right now is the same smile you give when you wanted people to stop worrying.

Jihyo tucked the loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I know. But if things get hard…”

“You’re my one call away.” You said.

She was about to turn away when Jihyo snapped her fingers in delight. “I almost forgot to tell you! Mingyu and I are finally going on that trip!”

Your brows furrowed then your eyes widened when you realized what it was. “Your dream trip on Switzerland ever since we were in high school?” Your mouth fell in shock.

“Yep! I’ve been planning that itinerary for 10 years, come on!”

You shook your head, chuckling at your friend. “You’re insane.”

“Hey, at least Mingyu agreed. He was actually so fast on clearing his schedule.” Jihyo grinned. “I think he’s more excited than I am. And he’s probably happy that he’ll be out of the restaurant for two weeks.”

You hugged her one more time. “Have fun on your trip. That’s one bucket list checked out.” You mumbled.

“Don’t disappear on me while I’m gone. I’m gonna send you pictures of us every day.” Jihyo announced.

You grimaced. Knowing them, half of those pictures will most likely of them being cheek to cheek or kissing. “You better not.”

The door clicked shut behind her and the silence settled over the apartment once more. You stood alone in the entrance, fidgeting with your fingers. You pressed the warmth in your belly. A heavy breath slipping through your lips. You hated lying to Jihyo. And you also hated how you can’t tell her your secrets like you used to.

WEDDING FAIR

Your lips pursed, feet hesitating whether to continue your plan. You’ve been staring at the tall building for a good ten minutes now and you didn't mind the blazing sun that has been turning your skin red.

It’s okay, I got this. If Minji doesn’t want to listen to me, then I’ll plan my own god damn wedding.

Closing your eyes shut, you assured yourself that what you’re doing is okay and that this is your wedding, too.

You ascended the stairs in the direction of the glass door entrance. As anticipated, a large number of people attended this event. Despite the length of the line, the movement was quick. As you wait for your turn, your phone vibrated from your purse. You mentally curse under your breath, hoping that it’s not Minjae. Tapping on the screen popped up your wallpaper with a few message notifications.

Minji: Where are you? Jia is already here for the revisions.

Minji: If you’re not going, we will still proceed without you.

Minji: Are you not going to answer me?

The texts came in one by one. You huffed, Minji didn’t even let you reply in the ‘Where are you’ part.

Well, I’m not going— was the reply you had in your head. Your phone screen darkened once more and you throw it back inside your purse. While waiting, your eyes wandered inside the venue. It’s a wide open space which is the whole first floor of the building. There were cars available for inspection, some couples were already trying them and talking to the designated staff. A variety of bridal boutiques and their wedding gowns, jewellers, florists and glimpses of cakes and cupcakes were visible. The place was so big that you might spend the entire day in it.

“One ticket, please.” You said when you reached the counter.

The lady behind it placed a paper with your queue number. “Kindly fill out this form, Ma’am.”

Name, Age, Check if Bride or Groom, Reservation Number…

“Here.” You placed the pen down and gave the lady a smile.

“Is your fiancé here with you, Ma’am?” She asked. You shook you head ‘No’

She nodded as if she understands why, then gave you an entrance pass with pink lace ribbon. “Make sure to wear this as the guards and vendors checks it everytime.”

You started with the cars, almost all of it were painted in traditional white colors. Some were too flashy, some looked just like a regular car with flower attached to it. None of it were your taste. That was, until you came upon a black-and-white, vintage car with an open hood in the far corner. “Would you like to try, Madam?” A man approached you with a warm smile.

So you did. You liked how elegant looking it was already, just ribbons and bouquets and it’s done. You like how comfortable the seats were, how it smells fresh and clean, and most importantly how well it was maintained. After trying it out, you complimented the car and told the guy that you’re considering on renting it for your wedding day. The person handed you a business card and gave you a quotation of the rent.

CHOI Vintage and Classic Cars. You stuffed it inside your purse and move on.

“You’re gonna end up eating every thing man!”

“These are some nice cupcakes!”

“Stop! I made this event to help the vendors and so that the couples can try them! Not my business partner who’s bored out of his mind!”

“Correction— Best friend. And I am here to support you.”

You stopped in your tracks after hearing that familiar voice. And sure enough when you turned, there’s Wooyoung and San in front of a cake stand that overlooks the whole scene.

You almost run. You really did. There was a turmoil inside of you that you couldn’t explain. Say hi or no? Go up or go home? Instead you blend in with the sea of people, trying your best to dodge their wandering eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You mumbled under your breath. You just need to get on that little corner a few feet away from where they are standing and you’ll be out of their noses.

You tried to calm your nerves as you walk, looking straight ahead, and fully focused getting behind them. Screw that lovely white and gold cake stand where they are, you can try that later when they leave. Oh, but that cake stand caught your eyes though. It was decorated in gold ribbon and white tulips. The cakes were your style— simply decorated with pale yellow roses. And their cupcakes? You can tell by their different colors that they also came in variety of flavors!

You couldn’t help but look back when you passed by it. You wished you didn’t because the moment you did, San was looking at you. His eyes were gleaming and the smile that etched on his lips were bigger when you first met him at Jongho’s flower shop.

“Wifey!” His voice echoed.

You turned on your back and pressed your lips shut. Pretend you didn’t see him. Make him think that he’s hallucinating. Your feet moved in a faster pace.

“Hey!”

When you heard the shuffle of his shoes behind you, you decided that there is no sense of running away from him anymore. You stopped and faced him.

“Hi.” You gave him a half-smile.

“Hi! What’s up? What are you doing here?” San asked, his brows furrowing.

You gestured towards the banner close to you that spelled out Wedding Fair. Your heart was palpitating so much that you can feel it through your chest.

“Right. Of course. I thought you had a wedding coordinator? Or maybe I assumed, I don’t know.”

Letting out a deep breath, you shrugged. “I wanted what it feels like attending in one and also talking to the vendors and stuff…I really don’t know why I’m here...” You avoided his gaze as you talk.

“Come with me. Wooyoung knows all the vendors here. He’ll be a big help.” San gently took your arm, his eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Oh no! No. It’s okay, I can manage. I promise.” You resisted.

San grinned softly. “We won’t make it hard for you. We’ll give you the best experience here in our fair. Plus, you’re the only one alone.” You glanced at the people around you. Couples holding hands, arms attached with each other, men’s hands on their girl’s hips… “Take it as a special treatment for our independent girl.” San winked.

Chuckling, you let San take you where Wooyoung stood.

Wooyoung’s arm was still prepped up on the top of the display glass yet he’s already looking at you— from your hair, the pastel colored sun dress, down to your strappy sandals. “Long time no see, wifey.” There was a twinkle in his eyes when he greeted you.

Like a routine, your eyes rolled at the back of your head. “I saw you last Tuesday, Wooyoung.” Your arms crossed over your chest.

He shrugged as if it was nothing. “Three days too long.”

“Wifey here is looking for vendors.” San joined in. “I told her that you know most of the people so we can help. Actually, you can help.” He gleamed.

Wooyoung’s eyes narrowed at his friend while your head snapped towards San.

“What?!” You exclaimed. “I thought you said—”

“Oh! Well, someone needs to overlook the whole event. Make sure that no one’s fighting anyone, you know? That’s my job. Wooyoung is here to annoy the hell out of me so I’m giving him to you.” San said as if he didn’t dropped a whole bomb at you.

You watched the corner of San’s mouth lifted slowly while making an eye contact with his best friend. Pressing your temples, you took a step back.

“I swear, I’ll be fine. You guys do your job and I’ll go on my own. It’s fine, really. Thank you for your kindness.”

“I’m coming with you. All San did today was stop me from trying out all the desserts and it’s hurting my feelings.” Wooyoung caught your arms, stepping closer to where you are.

“It’s free for the couples not the boss.” San scoffed.

Wooyoung waved his hands in the air in dismissal. “Whatever.”

“One Red Eye, please.” Your feet was tapping on the impatiently on the floor, hands shaking from earlier event. “Actually, can you put ice on it?”

It has been two weeks since the Wedding Fair. And for some God damn fucking reason, Minji seems to have eyes every where you go. They found out that you went on that event because someone’s friend of the family recognized you. Did they see Wooyoung with you? You couldn’t care right now, all you want is peace and Minji to shut her fucking mouth and mind her own God damn business.

Hongjoong’s brows knitted, studying your face and noticing the tears brimming in your eyes. He cleared his throat. “Ice on a red eye?” His head cocked to the side like you requested the most ridiculous order of the day. Perhaps, you’d rather have an Iced Americano? Hongjoong wanted to ask.

With your legs bouncing and the need of your body to sit down, you just gave Hongjoong a tentative smile. “Nevermind. Just a regular red eye, then.”

“For here or to go?”

Your gaze directed upwards, eyes closing momentarily before regaining your composure. “For here.”

Too many questions, too many things to answer… you're overstimulated with everything and everyone. If you could just flee anywhere but this country, you would’ve already.

“I can ask Seonghwa to set up your table.” Hongjoong offered. You swore it felt like he flew up to the sky and gave you a handful of the clouds. “This one’s on the house too.”

Seonghwa, who was rearranging the display of pastries, was called by Hongjoong to bring out your table— which he happily complied. When you followed Seonghwa on suit, he kept blabbering about not seeing you for weeks. Wooyoung had told them small details on the divorce process and that’s it.

In that case, every thing is going smoothly… At least, for now. He also mentioned a time from weeks ago where he thought he saw you dropped by when he was cleaning the window…he said he was probably just hallucinating because of lack of sleep.

You gritted your teeth, lips slipping between them as you sat down on the chair. Seonghwa placed a single vase with plastic tulips on it. You felt a burn in your chest— the good kind. Your eyes dug into him, squinting, and waiting for him to notice you.

“Oh. Just, you know… Special table for our special guest.” His face lit up. “Jongho mentioned something about tulips being your favorite flower.”

Jongho…

You hummed softly, eyes sparkling at the subtle details they seem to remember about you. For a moment, the gloomy day that started early in the morning had caught a ray of sunshine by the people you didn’t expect to get it from.

All you have with you is your purse that has your lipstick, mascara, powder, and your car keys. You didn’t bother bringing your phone or your laptop. You just want to have a moment of silence, no one pestering in your ears, no pressures of the wedding, no Minji and her sister, add their Mom to it who recently also got so involved with the planning, you just want yourself and your coffee…maybe.

And yet, even if you tell yourself to be alone, book a hotel somewhere where your family and Minjae’s family can’t find you, all roads lead you back to this building. Because for the first time in a while, these are the kind of options you don’t mind choosing and contemplating about. You didn’t care picking whether to go to Aurora Cafe and see Hongjoong and Seonghwa and the huge probability of seeing your husband there as well. Or Yeosang’s Bookstore and his weird yet fun library playlist plus his endless stories about his friends. Or Jongho’s Flower Shop and his 'I-mind-my-own-business’ personality where he wouldn’t talk to you unless you talk to him.

“Red eye and cheese cake.” Hongjoong placed it on the table.

“I didn’t order cheese cake.” You mumbled, grabbing the cup closer to you.

“I know. But someone mentioned about you loving all kinds of cakes except dark chocolate.”

You looked at him and he winked. He went back to the counter and catered a new customer, acting like it was nothing. First it was Jongho, now it’s Wooyoung. You wondered who amongst them will tell knowing a thing or two about you that they learned from each other. You shook your head, the bitterness of the coffee soothing your senses as you take a sip. Maybe it was Hongjoong’s way of making the drinks that makes you want to go back here. Yeah, that’s probably it.

The rings gleamed as you dug a hole on it one by one by your deep stares.

Gold, silver, white gold, what the hell, more gold…

Ew, bleh, that’s okay, cute, mmm ugly…

These are the chants that are going through your head as you round the glass, taking each detail of each ring. Wooyoung was off to the side talking to the vendor and to the saleslady. San did say that he knew them— the saleslady, probably more than you know of. You’re assuming. You saw the way she looked at him, like he’s the only flower in a field of weeds, like she would grab one of these ring sets and propose to him on the spot if she could.

“You find anything that you like?” You flinched when Wooyoung appeared next to you. His eyes squinted at your reaction but the grin on his face never left.

You pursed your lips and sighed. “None of this would be of Minjae’s taste.”

The wedding dresses were pretty, elegant, modern yet vintage, most of it were timeless pieces. You liked how they were tailored and wondered if some of the dress that caught your eye would fit you. You’ve always liked the gowns that go bigger and bolder to the bottom. Something fitted at the waist then flares out to a full length skirt that would drag along the aisle. You’d love it to add floral embroidery on the sleeves, something that would look whimsical and fairytale-like. Lace trims, sparkly skirt, either a neckline dip or off-the-shoulder sleeves… Oh, and they have it. You’re staring at the wedding gown of your dreams.

Far from what Minji wanted, far from what Minjae’s mother recommended, and far from that dream wedding gown of your Mother that she had in her head ever since she was sixteen.

“Would you like to try? I can ask the staff over there if you want to.” Wooyoung touched the off-white fabric, the embossed stitches rough on his touch.

You shook your head. “Nope. It’s okay. I don’t think Minjae’s Mom would like any of this.”

You didn’t notice the scowl on Wooyoung face as he snap his lips shut and followed you along. He wanted to tell you that he doesn’t care what your fiance’s Mom wanted and that she’s not here to tell you that she doesn’t like the dress. He wanted to tell you a lot of things but held himself back, not wanting to ruin the bond.

Now the fun part, the booths that Wooyoung has been terrorizing ever since he got here. He probably tasted all the flavors of cupcakes and cakes that are available on this very event. He talked to the pastry chefs like he didn’t tormented them with questions earlier about what’s the ingredient of this or what’s the frosting on that.

Wooyoung decided to keep his distance while you chat with the staff, them giving you a piece while you try each and one of them that you asked for. You were nodding along as they talk, most likely giving you even the smallest detail on how those pastries were made. You were half way on taking a bite of a chocolate cupcake when he came up to you. He snatched one of your tasted cupcake, which was put to the side, with your bite on it. He took a bite of it too, like it was the most normal thing in the world. The staff just smiled at him and he winked at her playfully.

“How’d you like that chocolate?” Wooyoung asked. He heard you said something along the lines of chocolate being your Mom’s favorite whilst your Dad likes the classic vanilla, adding that you are not a big fan of dark chocolate and eating that flavor only depends on your mood.

Your eyes widened, seeing him munch on your left overs that were supposed to be discarded. “You—” then you groaned. Sighing, you placed down the chocolate cupcake, wiping your lips with a tissue. “Thank you.” You said to the staff. “I’ll keep in mind your recommendations and also the red velvet. That was life changing.”

After you were given the business card, you were on your way out of the venue, leaving a stumbling Wooyoung behind. You ignored the way he called out for you. He’s too…nice. And someone being this nice to you always mean they wanted something in return. They always do.

“Hey!” Wooyoung was catching his breath when he placed a hand over your shoulder. “Holy, you got big strides, I swear.”

You shrugged him off and kept walking. Where the fuck is the exit? Or the entrance where you came from? You need to get out of this place before you lose your mind. Before you became curious on what San meant earlier on him being a ‘boss’ or why Yeosang wanted you to ask him directly on what he does. You can’t be friends with him. You know that you can’t.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Wooyoung caught your arms, making you turn around and face him.

“You don’t have to do this.” You said, firmly. “Look, I’m done with what I need to do here so I’m going home. Thanks for accompanying me.” Wooyoung’s grip tightened, not enough to hurt you but enough to keep you in place.

“Well, did you find anything that you like?” His hold loosening and slowly moving down to hold your hand.

You closed your eyes and tilt your head back, an exasperated sigh escaping from your lips. “No. I don’t think Minjae would like anything in here.”

Wooyoung face twisted, “Wow.” He scoffed. “I’m asking you what you like, wife. This is your wedding, too. This is his big day as much as yours. And quite frankly, I could care less about what Jaemin liked. I’m asking you.”

“It’s Minjae.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, mockingly mumbling ‘Minjae’ under his breath. “What do you want for your wedding?”

“What?” Your brows furrowed.

“Wedding dress, wedding cake— please tell me that you’re not choosing chocolate because your Mom loves it. Wedding venue, car to use, flowers…” He trailed, popping an eyebrow, then letting go of your hand. “What do you want?”

“None of your business.”

You wanted to do something that would sweeten your day. You wished that Hongjoong’s cheesecake didn’t taste bitter every time you took a bite of it. You wished that every time Seonghwa refill your glass with water, you could utter the word ‘thank you’ just to say how much you appreciate his care and effort. Even a simple ‘No, thanks’ for Hongjoong would've made your day better if only your mood didn’t keep your mouth shut the whole time.

You’ve lost count on how many times you’ve let out a sigh, staring at the empty dessert plate with crumbs of the graham crust glittering it. Your fork were mindlessly picking on it while your mind drifts away to a faraway land.

When you finally looked up from daydreaming, you suddenly feel the warmth of the cafe. Seonghwa was beside Hongjoong, wiping the counter while a mop was sticking in between his legs, there was laughter between them, Hongjoong hitting Seonghwa’s arms from time to time.

The cafe was in a buzz but not the unbearable kind. You watched couples feed each other, students talking about whatever, employees’ faces that had turned familiar to you, nose focused on their laptops. You heard Hongjoong complained about a burnt toast and Seonghwa semi-yelling at him that it’s not his fault.

The warmth burned at your skin, a slow smile creeping up your face. The day is turning into something ordinary, something that you’ve been craving for since this morning. The sound of the milk frother hissing brought calmness, it’s noisy but it’s nothing like the noise of Minji's voice and the wedding meetings.

When Seonghwa came up to you to give you another slice of the cheesecake, it tasted sweeter than you remembered.

The bell above the cafe door rings.

“As an outsider, what’s your view on intelligence?” You heard. What kind of insult was that?

Wooyoung walked in, carrying a box of coffee beans. Yunho and Mingi followed him from behind, each carrying a box of their own.

“When you lay in the sand, cats try to cover you up!” Mingi bumped his shoulder to the shorter one.

“It whistles doesn’t it?” Wooyoung asked as they near the counter. Hongjoong and Seonghwa already shaking their heads, watching them place their boxes down.

“What?” Mingi tilted his head on the side, asking cluelessly.

“Your head when it’s windy?”

Mingi almost pounced on Wooyoung until he was held back by a laughing Yunho. "Ya!"

The group instantly played referee on the two guys. You can hear Hongjoong telling them to stop fooling around, Seonghwa using the mop handle to draw a line, while Wooyoung and Yunho laugh their asses off.

You were chuckling to yourself as you watch. They’re like a free sitcom on show every time they’re together— complete or not. Wooyoung greeted some of the customers, apologizing to the chaos that was happening, while the customers waved him off with big smile on their faces.

Then your eyes met with his. For a split second, you remembered the Wedding Fair. The way you snapped at him and throw away your last words of ‘None of your business’

Still, Wooyoung nodded at you, acknowledging your presence, with that cheeky grin of his.

“Where’s my cheesecake?!” He yelled out.

Hongjoong pointed at you without hesitation. “I gave it to your wife. You’re too late.”

The cafe fell silent for half a second. Wooyoung sighed dramatically. “Well… Soon-to-be ex-wife. But at least she got a great taste.” He deadpanned.

The group chuckled. Even you. You didn’t stop the light giggle that went past your lips. The heaviness that you felt slowly eases, if only for a moment.

You learned that it’s Yunho’s and Mingi’s day off. After weeks of non-stop being a slave for money, they finally had the guts to took their well needed rest day. You heard them talk about it as your table were only a few feet away from the counter. Plus, they are not exactly the silent talkers when they are in their group talking session.

Wooyoung sat across from you the moment everyone drifted back to work. Yunho went to visit Jongho while Mingi said that he’ll be reading comics in Yeosang’s Library.

You didn’t question him, you know that when he has something important to say, he would’ve said it by now. Maybe it’s just because the seat was empty and that the spare chair was one hand away from your table.

“No phone or laptop today?”

You looked down instinctively before remembering. “Forgot about it.”

Wooyoung just hummed in response, lips jutting out as he nod at your answer. The silence settled between the two of you, surprisingly, comfortable this time around.

“Feeling better?” He then asked. It was you who nodded this time, forcing out the faintest curve on the corner of your lips.

You wondered why he’s not bring up what happened at the Wedding Fair, yet at the same time, you’re glad that he didn’t. You're not sure if you're ready for that confrontation anyway.

“You know, you’re always welcome here when you need to breathe.” Wooyoung trailed. “Seonghwa-hyung really likes you and I don’t meant it to be in a romantic kind of way. I meant that, like a little sister. Kinda… Sort of.” His eyes squinted as his voice loses its volume. He then continued, “So does Hongjoong-hyung. They really look at you like their baby. Their words not mine. I swear, Seonghwa-hyung even hallucinated you visiting him only to be slapped by reality that you weren’t there.” Wooyoung’s fingers thrummed on the table.

You blinked, digesting every word that he had said. Then you blushed, cheeks turning pink as you look at everywhere but the man in front of you. “He’s funny.” Was all you could sputter out.

Wooyoung suddenly grabbed a napkin and pulled out a pen out of nowhere. He started writing on it, while you pushed the vase of tulips to the side to see what he’s on about.

Things I don’t know about my wife

An immediate groan came out of you. “You’re not doing that.”

“Oh, I am.” Wooyoung stated. “Number one. Favorite color.”

You gave him a blank stare. “I’m not answering that.”

“Fine.” Wooyoung shrugged. He then started writing something down that made you lean forward.

BROWN ✨

He wrote in big bold capital letters and even added a star at the end of it.

You gasped, lips curling down as you frown. “I do NOT like brown.”

“Oh.” Wooyoung feigned, hand over his heart, crossing out what he wrote dramatically.

Glittery light brown ✨

You scrunched up your face but wasn’t able to stop yourself from laughing. “No.”

Wooyoung raised his eyebrows then pouted. “Just answer the question, come on.”

“…Blue?”

“Okay.” He bobbed his head, seriously. “I would’ve guessed beige.”

“Why?”

“You look like a beige person.”

“What does that even mean?”

Wooyoung slid the napkin towards you. “Your turn.”

Your gaze remained focused on him. “What?”

“Write down ‘Things I don’t know about my husband.'” He said.

“Soon-to-be ex-husband.” You rebutted then took the pen from him. “What’s your favorite snack?” You asked, hands ready to write down whatever answer he's about to give you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“Where are you? Can you come faster, please?” Your friend talked through the phone, currently on speaker call.

About twenty minutes ago, you were just chilling in your bed, mindlessly scrolling through your tiktok… And now, you’re getting rushed by your friend to go to a fancy restaurant you’ve never been before. You slipped on the black heels you planned to wear for the night, muttering a faint “shit” when you struggled to do so.

“I’m almost ready to leave!” You shouted, running to the night stand to grab your phone and purse. “Look, it’s not my fault you’re making me get ready at—” You paused, looking at the clock, “—Nine thirty in the evening!” 

“I know! I did say sorry earlier, didn’t I? Make sure you arrive at 10, okay? Drive safely!” The call ended before you could whine.

Shoving your phone inside your purse, you made your way towards the front door.

The restaurant was a lot fancier than you thought it would be. It’s so movie-coded, like a restaurant for rich people. Rich rich people. A place that your boyfriend and his family would love for sure. The place was lined with a red carpet, tables designed neatly with red and white roses, and the lighting was dim and sensual— like something big is about to happen.

The people that greet you were suited nicely. Even the female staff dressed so formal that you had to double check your dress. “Am I too under dressed for this?” You had asked your self. Thank God, your black heels with red soles made you look somewhat expensive. It is a birthday gift from your boyfriend afterall. And he never gifted you anything but luxury items.

“This way, madam.”

You caught a glimpse of your parents before everybody else, your brows furrowing in confusion. Your mother was teary eyed, standing next to your father with a proud smile on his face. That’s when you see the full vision of the scene. Your mom, your dad, your best friend smiling ear to ear, your boyfriend’s parents, his sisters, his best friend, and a couple more familiar faces of your circle. 

“What? Why is everyone here?" You asked. Your boyfriend’s mom smiled at you just in time for your mother to sniff her tears away. “What?—”

Then you felt it, the chills that run on your back. It almost felt like you were being electrocuted but not in a good kind of way. Someone kissed your temple and a bouquet of flowers came into the view.

“Hi, my love.” You heard your boyfriend whispered in your ear, his hand slipping in your waist. “I missed you.”

“Hi.” You mumbled, feeling his warmth, eyes looking like a deer in head lights. But for some reason, your sweat started getting cold. “This is why you never replied to my message last night.” You breathed. Why is he here? He should be in London right now for his final exam!

“I had to surprise you.” He replied, standing in front of you this time. Your hands gripped the bouquet a little tighter. Red and white roses, even if you had told him a thousand times that you love tulips.

“I thought you won’t be back until September.” 

“Well, I couldn’t wait to do this.”

Your eyes widened when your boyfriend kneeled on one knee, pulling out a red velvet box out of his pockets. You saw from your peripheral vision a lot of phones come up—and they’re all pointed at you. And to what your boyfriend is about to do.

“Love, I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time and I know that you’ve been waiting for this, too. We’ve been together for five years, we’ve survived the long distance relationship and all the hardships that passed by. I want to thank you for standing by me and believing in me all this time. I want to thank you for never giving up on us. I know five years was too long, but now… Now, I am here.” Your boyfriend, Minjae, took a wavering breath, “I’ve always wanted to ask you this, but… Will you marry me?”

Your breath hitched but not in a way that you wanted. Your breath hitched because you don’t know the answer. Your mouth was itching to say “No” but when you looked up with all the phones pointed at you, you felt like you had no choice. Your eyes connected to your mother’s, tears falling down her cheeks as if she’s the one getting proposed to. To Minjae’s mom, who were nodding lightly as she wait for your response. And to your best friend, already doing tiny silent claps with her hands, beaming so bright at you.

Everyone waited for your answer that failed to leave your mouth.

“Love?”

Your eyes darted back to your boyfriend. His hands were shaking, the ring blinking under the spot light you both in. Still, you struggle to let out a “Yes” to his proposal.

“So, will you marry me?” Minjae asked again.

This time, your mother wailed. “Oh my god! My lovely daughter!”

Then it slipped past your lips, “Yes?” It was more of a question than an actual answer.

“Yes?” Minjae’s eyes brightened. The crowd behind him erupted in cheers. You saw how his sisters hugged in celebration. Your best friend hugging and jumping in enthusiast with your mom. And your dad— your dad, started wiping his tears away and clapped with every one else.

“Y-Yes.” You stuttered, then held out your hand.

The ring slipped in perfectly. No tugging, not loose. It was almost perfect. 

Minjae engulfed you, “Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you.”

You hands instinctively pressed on his back, your chin on his shoulder, “I love you, too.”

In a span of minutes, you were bombarded with congratulatory messages. Everyone is happy. Minjae’s older sister even teased how you didn’t know you were attending your own engagement party. And then one by one, everyone started arriving at the venue. Your college friend that you had not seen for years, your high school study buddy, Minjae’s old soccer team, his coach… Everyone you could think of.

It was all planned so well without you. Your engagement party also became a reunion of all sorts. Families, friends, school mates. Even the high school classmates you were never closed with are present. It’s like Minjae invited everyone under the sun.

The ring glittered under the restaurant lights and you’ve been staring at it. Like if you stared long enough it will disappear and the party will be over. You’ve been smiling for endless photos, accepting all the congratulations, acting like a woman excited for marriage.

But deep inside, you’ve never felt so detached to reality. You felt guilty that every time you close your eyes you want all of these to be just a dream. No one noticed how you hesitate for half a second every time they asked if you can’t wait for the wedding. 

It’s cause everyone is too fucking happy. And it kills you how you don’t feel the same.

When the party was over, Minjae told you that he has to go back to London the following day. He kissed you goodbye and told you that he might be busy studying. Minjae didn’t even drop you off at your apartment. He just left with his parents and told you that his sisters, Minji and Minhee, will be sending you recommendations of the venues where he planned both of you to get married.

“I can’t believe Minjae did all of this just to propose to you!” Your mother squealed. “He flew from London to Seoul just to propose! Even though he has an exam in two days!”

“Yeah…” You said, almost a whisper.

“Did you hear what he said earlier? He said that once he’s done with Med School, he’s gonna marry you right away! That’s like, 6 months away, darling!”

“Oh, yeah… I heard him.” You flinched at how close the date was.

“Are you okay?” You mom asked, noticing how you squirm under her gaze.

Before you could answer, your dad jumped in the conversation. “Stop pestering your daughter. She’s probably still overwhelmed.”

“Oh, right.” Your mom pressed a hand on her forehead, giggling. “Well, we’re leaving now, honey. Drive safely, okay?” 

Right… you did drive here. Maybe that’s why Minjae didn’t bother because he knows that you have a car with you. 

All you remember was the silent night after the chaos, the bright lights of Seoul that never seem to dim and the cold pressing into your skin when you got out of your car after driving for fourty minutes. You did detour a couple of times, trying your best to clear your clouded mind before taking the usual route on the way back home.

When you slipped off your heels, your body dropped on your mattress like your soul was sucked out of you. With one blink of an eye, you didn’t even know how you fell asleep. All you know was letting out the deep breath you’ve been holding since, yet your chest still tightened after doing so.

The sky was dull with no sign of sunshine for the day. The coffee you made in the morning had three shots of espresso. You were the kind of person who wouldn’t even bother pressing two extra shots but if it’s the only way to distract you from what happened the night before, you would’ve made eight more presses.

You were munching on your freshly sliced apples, swiping through the pictures Minjae’s sister sent to you. All of the venue she sent were none of your taste. Most were too extravagant, too much flowers in some, then too beige and white on others. The destination weddings that she sent too were… ugly. You can’t find the most fitting word for it. 

I’ll ask mom for some opinion. I did like some of it :)

You pressed the blue arrow to reply to her message. You hated adding the last part but you know that you won’t have any other options other than the ones sent to you anyway.

Okay! Minjae liked all of this. I know you did too!

Was what you read before your phone dimmed and your reflection stared back at you. A groan escaped your lips, still not believing that this is your reality now.

Ding dong

You narrowed your eyes at the door, head tilting.

Ding dong

You blinked. You have no food orders and you’re not expecting any delivery. None of your friends gave you a heads up of coming over so who could be at your door right now?

Ding dong

With a frustrated sigh, you made your way to your front door. When you opened it, you didn’t expect for the security guard to greet you with a smile. “Good morning, Miss.”

“Hi… Good morning. Is something wrong?”

“No, Ma’am. You have a very important mail left at the front desk. It’s government stamped so I brought it up right away.”

Your eyes squinted. He handed you the white envelope and bid his goodbye. You thanked him, closing the door and locking it. You didn’t wait to sit in your living room couch. Once you turn your back, you were already ripping up the seal.

Your eyes widened when the paper unfolded. 

CERTIFICATE OF MARRIAGE

One hand covered your opened mouth, while the other held the paper tightly. Your eyes scanned everything written on the paper. The date, the place, and most importantly the names… Your name.

Your name and… Jung Wooyoung?

Who the fuck is Jung Wooyoung?

You looked at the date again. March 23rd 2025.

You kept mumbling the date like a ritual. “March 23rd, March 23rd, March 23rd… Mar..ch 23… March… FUCK!” You screamed.

It was your best friend’s wedding that happened in Japan. Small bits of details came rushing in and tiny flashbacks start replaying in your mind. You remembered that you were so upset that night because you were the only one without a partner. Minjae promised that he’ll be there but changed his mind last minute. He said something came up and that he won’t be able to fly out anymore.

The reception happened by the beach, it wasn’t too private and the resort were you all got booked was also right next to another private resort. There really was nothing that could separate the whole beach just for your best friend’s wedding anyway. So, naturally, people from the neighboring resort could pass by.

You finally took a seat on your couch, pressing your fingers at the bridge of your nose, eyes closed. Think, think, think… Remember, remember, remember…

Flashes of dark hair passed through your mind. A man with a pretty smile and perfect set of teeth. His eyes were sharp like a siren. But somehow, you also remembered that they were assymetrical. One doe eye and one fox eye. A video played in your mind complimenting how pretty his eyes were.

“Shit!” You slapped your forehead.

His group of friends joined yours. You forgot how and why but you remembered how drunk you were, as well as half of his circle. Someone from his group brought out a paper that night. You’re too intoxicated to register what it was. But you remembered the tall guy, Mingi… Was that his name? You remembered one of his friends brought out a paper that he said he stole from his Japanese friend, who is a lawyer, and called it a Fake Marriage Certificate.

“Sign this if you’d marry the person next to you!” Mingi screamed, steps swaying every time his feet touched the sand. Then, he handed it to Wooyoung— the guy with the siren eyes. You were the person sitting next to him.

In a drunken state, you leaned in to him. “I dare you.” You said, then laughed. Your best friend’s husband laughed along, before the whole circle erupted.

“Hand me a pen, Mingi.”

And just like magic, Mingi pulled out a pen. “Woooo! My friend is getting married tonight!!”

You giggled. Wooyoung, who is obviously much sober than you are and his friends, seemed unfazed by Mingi’s shenanigans. Wooyoung handed the paper back to Mingi. 

“Wow, that is your legitimate signature. I am impressed.” He squinted, trying his best to see Wooyoung’s signature under the moon light and camp fire.

“Sign this if you’d marry the person next to you!” Mingi yelled, once again. This time, handing you the paper.

You look at the person next to you— your best friend’s husband who is still in his wedding suit. 

“You’re looking at the wrong way, darling.” Mingi teased.

Blinking, you looked at Wooyoung. “You know you’re handsome.” Your voice slurred. “Of course, I’d marry a handsome man. I do hope you have a lot of money, though.” You hiccupped.

The pen slipped through your fingers. “Oops.” 

Wooyoung guided your hand to where the underline is. “I can’t spell my name, shit. Oh wait… There!”

“Congratulations! You two are now also married! Happy wedding day to our two couples!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You bit your lip, hands running up your hair. “What the fuck!”

You weren’t sure how long you’ve been searching on the internet how to get divorced. You’ve searched the whole thing how to get accidentally married and even though you tried to gaslight yourself that it’s impossible to happen in Korea, the truth was there at your table already.

Someone has filed and registered the “fake” marriage certificate in Japan and it probably got notified and recognized here. Someone has done the marriage paperwork and you need to know who it was.

Most importantly, you need to find Jung Wooyoung. Your registered husband on paper and you two need to get divorced immediately.

If your mom finds out about this, she’ll die and you’re not even exaggerating. She might actually collapse and get a heart attack in front of you if you tell her about this. If Minjae finds out, he’ll leave you— he’ll leave you and all of the person that knows about your engagement will be disappointed and betrayed. 

If anyone finds out… you’re doomed. Done. Finished. This will be the end of you.

It didn’t take long for you to find all of Wooyoung’s social media. He wasn’t even private in any of it. You even find his work email. Easy peasy. Without double thinking, you grabbed your marriage certicate and run to your room.

With your macbook placed on your lap, your fingers started typing away all the words you needed to say to Wooyoung. You did your best to come off as polite and professional as possible. You didn’t want to scare the guy off and have him run away from you.

“Please, meet me at Aurora Cafe tomorrow at 9AM.” You typed as your closing message. You hit sent and sighed in relief. He seemed to be an easy-going guy and you hoped that he’ll understand your urgency to meet him and help solve your issue.

Three days passed. One cloudy, one rainy, and a sunny day had passed since you sent that message to Wooyoung. You copy-pasted that and send it to all of his other social media and even on his work email. Despite doing all the effort, all you got was—nothing.

Jung Wooyoung never replied to any of your messages. Now here you are pacing back and forth in your room. In a week, you’ll be taste testing in the restaurants Minjae’s parents booked for you. After that, you’ll be choosing which restaurant will serve at your wedding. Though they did tell you that one of those, Vivant, was Minjae’s preferred caterer.

The venue, organizers, suppliers and such were all documented in the past few days by Minji with a little help from your Mom as well. The last text she sent was something along the lines of finding a designer that will make your wedding gown. You replied a plain, “Ok.” before panicking again on how to track down your paper husband.

You scrolled and scrolled on his instagram feed, trying to find a clue on where he could be working. Is he working part-time? Full-time? Corporate? You have no fucking idea and it’s making you want to pull out all your hair.

Then you saw a coffee photo. A cappuccino with a flower design. Clicking on the screen, the tag Aurora Cafe popped up.

Hongjoong-hyung, your art still sucks. But it’s free so it’s okay.

hongjoong: don’t you dare come back here.

seonghwa: lmao

mingi: is that a dick or a rose?

wooyoung: but i work here!

It all clicked. It all made sense now. Before you knew it, you were grabbing your purse on a mission to go to Aurora Cafe and meet your husband.

You can already smell the aroma of roasted coffee beans from the outside. There weren’t that many customers yet, but there were still a decent amount of people. A soft mellow song drifted from the speakers as you pushed the tall glass door. The cafe glowed beneath the strings of fairy lights, understandably so as its the only source of light besides the glass door and front windows. Aurora cafe was tucked between a bookstore and an old flower shop. People could easily miss it if they don’t watch close enough.

There was a guy in the corner, half chatting to a customer and half mopping the floor. He was the first person who saw you walked in.

“Hello! Welcome to Aurora Cafe!” He greeted, then his eyes widened. “Wait, you’re—”

Your head snapped away from the guy holding a mop when you heard a door opened. It was like a natural hunch, as if your body and your mind already knew that it’s the person you’ve been hunting for. And there he is, holding a freshly cleaned pitcher as well as a bag of coffee beans.

Your feet moved forward to the counter as he did. He smiled at you, warmly, changing the atmosphere just for a moment before you remembered what you’re here for. 

You slammed the marriage certificate on the marbled countertop. A guy then appeared beside Wooyoung— you didn’t even notice him tending the coffee cups earlier— watching you march towards his friend like you’re about to grind him like their coffee beans.

Wooyoung looked at the paper placed in front of him. Big, bold, capital letters staring back as he read.

CERTIFICATE OF MARRIAGE

His friend peered over his shoulders as well, gaping at what he has read. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed. “Sorry, not my business.” Then he went back to tending the coffee cups. At least, pretending too. You noticed how his ears were perked up, ready to hear the conversation you’re about to have with Wooyoung.

The guy who was once near the entrance were now mopping the floor suspiciously close to you. Your feet was tapping impatiently, arms now crossed and you wore the best annoyed look you can pull off. Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, acting so clueless about the certificate presented to him.

“We got married.” You said, plainly. 

His friend choked, then the cups he’s fixing seemed to collapse and scatter. “Sorry. My hands are extra slippery today.”

“We need to divorce as soon as possible.” You added.

That’s when his mopping friend tumbled over the bucket of water. “Sorry! There was a spot here and I pressed too hard, I think. Don’t worry about me.”

Wooyoung looked back at the document then picked it up. He looked at you, then again at the paper. A smile broke out of his face. “You’re prettier in the sunlight. And sober.” 

A cough broke out. At first, you thought it was fake but then his friend seemed to struggle to catch his breath. 

“Seonghwa-hyung, are you alright?” Wooyoung asked. So, Seonghwa is the name of the mop guy.

“Good, good. Just choked in my own saliva, that’s all.”

“Hongjoong-hyung, can I clock out early today? I need to talk to my wife.” Wooyoung put an arm over the guy. “Please?”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes but swatted him away. “Go on, then. I expect you to overtime on Friday.”

With that, Wooyoung slipped off his apron, rounded the corner and stood right next to you. “Let’s talk somewhere else.” He was still smiling like an idiot, the complete opposite of your face, “Somewhere without my nosy friends.”

You almost lost your mind. Wooyoung took you to the flower shop, right beside the cafe. He’s still beaming, bubbly like a bottle of champagne. You already concluded that he’s not taking the situation seriously. That you both got accidentally married and that this is a big big issue. A huge problem for the both of you.

You were expecting him to panic but instead, Wooyoung looked amused. He’s like walking on air while you’re walking on a thin ice, ready to break at any moment. 

“Jongho-ya. Can I borrow your table for an hour or two?” Wooyoung barged inside. The hanging bells rung, bringing noise to the tranquil place.

You almost punch him. 

Jongho, who was busy tying up ribbons, looked up. “Okay… I thought you have work today?” He gawked when you came into the view. “Is that? You’re the girl from—”

“We’re going now.” Wooyoung’s hand slipped in yours as he drag you away. 

The both of you were situated at the farthest corner of the shop. Jongho quickly went back to making bouquets. He seemed to be the only friend of his that doesn’t like prying. Maybe…but you don’t know all of his friends yet and you’re not planning on knowing them all.

What you need is to get divorced. And that’s your main and only goal out of this.

“So…” Wooyoung started, with a stupid grin on his face. “You’re my wife.”

Your arms crossed, jaw clenching. “Not for long. We both know that this was an accident. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I don’t know about that. This is the best news I’ve heard in weeks.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I have a boyfriend. I just got engaged a few days ago. I can’t be married.”

Wooyoung’s head tilted. Then his eyes dropped down to your hand. The diamond on your ring finger refracted, catching some of the sunlight filtered through the window. For a second, it looked like Wooyoung finally realized the gravity of the situation, the smile left before the corner of his lips quirked up again.

“Sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” He said.

You groaned, the chair screeching when it pushed back. This man is impossible and you want nothing but to throw a fist on his stupidly handsome looking face. Running a hard hand through your hair, you let out a deep sigh, again.

“I’m serious, I am engaged and my family and his family are already planning the wedding.” You pulled your chair back to its original position. “I’m engaged.” You repeated.

“You’re engaged?” He asked as if he didn't hear it three times in a row.

You closed your eyes and breathed. It’s okay, be nice. He’s just playing with you. “Yes.” 

“Why do you look so stressed about it?” Wooyoung asked, leaning forward, arms prepped on the table.

You swore something inside you cracked. Then you immediately became defensive. “Because I got accidentally married to a stranger!” You shrieked.

Wooyoung hummed as he shrugged his shoulders. It was a reasonable answer, you know yourself that it was. However, the guy across from you didn’t look convinced at all.

The two of you sat in silence but with thick tension. You were counting seconds in your head and it has been fourty three seconds since his blank response. 

“Fine. I’ll help you.”

You almost jolted out of your seat, then your shoulders finally relaxed. 

“After I finish my shift.”

You tensed. “What? I thought you’re not working today because of this?” You asked.

“Nope, change of mind. I want to work again.” Wooyoung’s eye twinkled. His voice lacing with what you could say a ‘teasing’ sound.

“But this is more important!” You tried to reason. He was already getting up from his seat.

“To you.” He said. “See you next door.” Then he walked away.

“Ugh!” You almost threw the chair at him.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were in the middle of cracking jokes with each other when you and Wooyoung walked back in. Wooyoung went behind the counter as if he didn’t leave for a good hour and like he was just starting his day at the cafe. You slumped on the nearest chair you could place yourself with a scowl on your face.

At least, you brought your phone with you. It’ll be a good distraction while you wait for him finish his shift. 

Fifteen minutes in and you’re already too anxious too leave. People are starting to crowd as the sun starts to set far in the horizon. You’ve never met someone so annoying, so unserious, and so infuriating that all you could think of was how to wipe off the smug grin on his face every time he looked at you.

By the time the sun fully set and the lights outside were only of street lights, Seonghwa had moved you to a chair prepped behind the counter with a small folding table. He told you that any moment from now, their regulars would start piling in and they might need to pull more tables and chairs. So, in order to cater those people, he decided to make your own spot behind a working Wooyoung.

A woman customer came in, beaming bright at the barista in front of her— your paper husband. 

Must be a regular. You thought.

You lifted your phone higher up to your face than usual. You saw the woman glanced back at you while she ordered. You saw her surprised look, probably shocked why the hell there is a woman behind the counter just scrolling through her phone and not helping.

“Thanks, Youngie.” She said, grabbing her coffee cup a little too close. Her fingers touched with his. “Is that your girlfriend?” She joked, pointing over Wooyoung’s shoulders.

Your phone dropped lower, about to speak and correct the woman.

“Wife, actually.” Wooyoung answered.

You were the one who choked this time. 

The lady gasped. “Oh…”

Wooyoung grinned. “Pretty, isn’t she?”

The customer faked a laugh, “So pretty.” Then she settled to a vacant table.

You wished for the floor to swallow you right now. And Wooyoung? Wooyoung was having the time of his life.

You watched him work. Your phone was long dead and was placed back to your purse. With no distraction and source of entertainment, you just watched Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong run the cafe. But your attention always leaned more towards Wooyoung.

Unfortunately, you found out that he’s good with customers—regulars or not. He knew how to greet, what to say, and what would make them want to come back. Even the kids like him. You noticed that he has a stash of lollipops and candies just for them and he never missed a kid from taking home one or a couple.

All the elderly that dropped by knew his name and he was treated like he was their own grandson. Most importantly, Wooyoung remembered everyone’s orders. How? You don’t even know. You’re not one to memorize anything in your life.

But then again, maybe Wooyoung liked this job. No scratch that, he loves this. You can tell that he loves serving people and even though you want to paint him as someone who’s just difficult…he’s actually quite…charming.

Eventually, Wooyoung’s shift ended. He was taking off his apron while you’re already heading towards the door. You were observing the dark wooden ceiling as you wait for him say his goodbye to his boss-friends, Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

“See you tomorrow, Hyung! I promise, I’ll be cleaning up on my next shift!”

“Bye!” Hongjoong waved, the towel he’s holding swaying in the air. “Bye to you, too, wifey!”

Wooyoung chuckled. “Let’s go.”

He told you that he knew someone who works at a law office. Usually, it’s closed around this time but he had already given his friend a heads up. And fortunately, his friends are doing overtime.

“Mingi lives right next to it. He knows the lawyer, too. It’s his Dad’s best bud… or something.” Wooyoung explained. 

Wherever he’s heading, you never once felt like you were in danger. Maybe it’s because of what you’ve witnessed earlier at the cafe, and at the same time, Wooyoung didn’t show you anything why he cannot be trusted. And so, you leaned back at the leather seat of his car— which is surprisingly comfortable and clean.

“Do you remember anything that night?” He coaxed, breaking the soundless car drive. His one hand on the steering wheel, while his other elbow rest.

“I don’t remember much. I remember you and that guy, Mingi.” Your lips pressed into a thin line. “He’s the one who handed us that fake marriage certificate.”

“Do you remember anything before that?” He quizzed, turning to you for a quick second, then going back to looking straight ahead.

“No.” You mumbled. “I don’t remember.” 

Then a laugh escaped from his mouth. A genuine laugh like he’s rewatching that night in his head. Your brows furrowed, head turning to him.

Wooyoung licked his lips. “You stole our whiskey and drank straight from the bottle.” He chortled. “Then you took one of our glasses and brought it to your friends. The wife—I’m assuming ‘cause she’s wearing a wedding dress— apologized on your behalf then invited us to their camp fire.”

“That’s how you guys ended up with us?”

He nodded. “You cried because your friend got married.”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed. “Duh. She’s my best friend.”

“Then you cried again because you said you’re alone.” Wooyoung added. A playful smirk plastered on his face.

“How do you know that?”

“I was there.” He shrugged. “We were there.” 

Your face burned. “God, please. What the hell did I do that night.”

“Oh and… you almost stole my jacket.” 

You froze. You thought that you have done every thing embarrassing you could do, turns out you’ve done more. First, crying in front of the strangers you stole whiskey from. Then you went ahead and steal someone’s jacket, too.

“Oh my God, fuck alcohol.” You muttered, pressing your forehead at the console. “Did I return your jacket, at least?”

“Your friend did. I lend it to you when you started complaining about the cold. Then, when it’s time for me and my friends to leave, you keep screaming that I’m stealing your jacket. Really, I’m just trying to get it back. It was expensive.”

“Stop, I don’t want to hear it anymore.” You can feel the heat spreading throughout your body.

“To be fair, I was gonna leave it to you but your friend insisted on returning it.”

“My God…” You shook your head, trying your best not to remember anything from that night. It’s too embarrassing to get reminded of, especially when Wooyoung is right beside you. 

Somewhere along the way, you finally had the courage to ask Wooyoung to play the radio or else you might fall asleep. He was humming along the music, sometimes would actually sing out loud if he knows the lyrics of the songs. Another thing you noticed is that Wooyoung has a nice voice. He could actually sing. Honestly speaking, he could be a singer if he wants to.

That would suit him. Pretty voice and pretty face. He’ll be famous in no time. And who knows, you might just buy a ticket front row if that happens.

When the car halted at a red light, Wooyoung sneak a glance at you. His mouth opened, but then decided against it. You picked up how much he was itching to talk.

“What?” You probed.

“Do you love him?” He asked.

“Of course.” You answered, immediately. Too immediately.

Wooyoung simply hummed. He still looked unconvinced yet he didn’t push further. The silence engulfed the both of you, only the melody of a song you’ve never heard easing the mood inside the car.

“My man!” Mingi was towering over Wooyoung when he gave him a hug. “I haven’t seen you since… Ten hours ago.”

You scratched your cheek as you click your tongue. Wooyoung has an interesting kind of friends. 

“Yunho and I are working ‘til 11PM, we have endless paper to copy and fax…and mail…and email. And—” Mingi finally noticed you, a few feet away from Wooyoung. “Hi, Miss. Is there anything I can help— Holy shit!” His jaw dropped. “You’re the crying lady at the beach!” You cringed. “You stole my whiskey!”

The pavement suddenly became interesting. Are these artificial stones or concrete? Cobblestones, maybe? Nah. It’s probably asphalt, isn’t it?

“Ow!” You heard a punch. “What was that for?” Mingi whined.

“That’s why we’re here,” Wooyoung seethed. “We need help.”

When the three of you got inside, another guy was there to greet you. Just like any other friend of Wooyoung, he was shocked—actually— horrified to see you in flesh, like he saw a ghost jumped out of a TV. You told them the basics, yours and Wooyoung’s marriage got filed by someone and it got recognized in Korea. Given that the marriage was fake and only a drunken accident, you need to get divorced right away. But Mingi’s boss won’t be back until Tuesday, which is exactly a week from now. 

You paced around their office. “We need to find a new lawyer tomorrow. This can’t be delayed for next week! We need to start as soon as possible and tomorrow is the best time.”

Yunho and Mingi watched you, eyes squinting with curiosity.

“It’s gonna give you and Wooyoung more time to plan, prepare all the necessary documents and such.” Yunho said. “Plus, it’s better if it’s Mr. Kim. We promise none of your family or friends will find out— if that’s what you’re worried about.” He assured.

“No, no, no.” You stopped in your tracks. “I’m having a menu tasting next week! And possibly my gown fitting! I won’t have time.”

“Gown fitting?” Mingi looked at Yunho.

“Menu tasting?” Yunho glanced back.

Then their eyes went to Wooyoung, sitting casually on the couch, reading a magazine. “She’s getting married. For real.” He dropped whatever he’s reading back at the glass table.

“WHAT?” The two giants exclaimed. “You’re— You have a fiancé?!” 

Their loud voices rung in your ear and you winced. “Yes! That’s why Wooyoung and I need to get divorced ASAP.”

“Well, uh, umm…” Mingi scratched the back of his neck. Yunho, too, did the same.

“We’ll come back on Tuesday.” Wooyoung declared. “It’s almost 10, too. Your phone is dead. And your boyfriend is probably calling you non-stop.”

“We’re not coming back on Tuesday, I’m taking you tomorrow to a different lawyer.”

This time, it’s Wooyoung’s turn to roll his eyes. “We’ll see Mr. Kim on Tuesday. Come on.” You stormed off before Wooyoung could come close to you.“Ya!” He called. The slam of the door was what he got as a response.

Wooyoung glanced back at his friends, Yunho urging him to follow you outside.

“Call us, bro.” Mingi muttered, shooing his friend away.

Wooyoung found you standing beside his parked car, arms crossed and jaw clenched. He swore you could’ve trashed his car if you wanted to. He stood not too close yet not too far. He could almost see steam coming out of you.

“Bring your ID next time, wife.”

Your head snapped to where he was. “Don’t call me that.”

Wooyoung jutted out his lower lip and shrugged. “We’ll see them on Tuesday.”

“There is no Tuesday.”

“Pretty sure there is.” He insisted. “Look, this is your safest option, alright? Unless, you know a lawyer who’s not a family friend of your boyfriend. Or someone, you know for a fact that is not known by his Mom or Dad.”

“I can find one.”

“How confident are you that they don’t know your boyfriend’s family?” Your lips pursed. Wooyoung smiled. “Come on, wife. I’m taking you home.”

For a moment, you stood there, wondering why you suddenly felt like the divorce process is going to be much harder than you initially thought.

The week passed faster than you expected. Wooyoung was right about Minjae calling you non-stop when your phone died last week. Not only were you bombarded with tons of missed calls, his sisters and his mom also left so many messages as if you had ran away to another planet.

Monday - Check Minji and Minhee’s Wedding Gown Recommendations / Send MY Wedding Gown Recommendations + WORK

Tuesday - Meet Wooyoung and Mr. Kim + Meet with the Designer + WORK LEAVE

Wednesday - Menu Tasting (Minji and Minjae’s Mom options) + WORK LEAVE

Thursday - Vivant (booked by Minjae) + WORK LEAVE

Friday - Another Menu Tasting (request by Minhee and Minjae’s Dad) + WORK LEAVE

Saturday - FUCKING REST

Sunday - ???

You looked at your week’s schedule and even though it’s an early morning of Tuesday, your body felt like collapsing already.

“What’s that, darling?” Your mom peeked.

You quickly locked your phone. “Just my schedule for the week.” You faked a smile. “It’s all taste testing and stuff.” You slid your phone inside your pocket. “So, are you leaving now?”

“Yes! Your Dad’s waiting at the grocery store already.” Your mom huffed. “I specifically told him to give me three hours with you here. But look at your Dad already rushing! I’ve been here two hours only!” She waved her hands in the air but picked up her bag, anyway. “This is why I like Minjae, he doesn’t rush you into anything. He’s always respected your time and giving in to what you want!”

Huh. 

“Anyway, I have to go. I’ll talk to you again tonight, okay?” Your Mom embraced you. “If ever you need me to go with you tomorrow, just give me a call.”

“Okay, Mom. I will.” She gave you a kiss on the temple and left, leaving you standing in the middle of your living room, sighing a breath of relief.

You waited for a few minutes before heading out as well. Wooyoung told you to go to Aurora Cafe first, then he’ll drive you both to Mr. Kim’s Law Office to finally start the divorce process. For now, you’re both talking on social media— Instagram, to be specific. None of you bothered on getting each other’s numbers yet. You like to think that it’ll be better this way, easy to hide and easy to delete in the future. After all, you and Minjae never exchange any of your social’s passwords. In Minjae’s words, it’s what teenagers do, not adults.

Plus, Minjae does not have social media presence anyway.

By the time you arrived at the Aurora Cafe, Wooyoung was already there. Not in his apron but in a business casual outfit. He sat at the far right corner, lightly tucked, like he knew the possibility of someone you know can walk in at any time. He waved you over and when you got near, you realized that he’s talking to someone over the phone.

He motioned for you to sit down and wait. “Yeah, yeah. I know. That’s already fixed as well, San. Check the folders I left you. I’m gonna be busy this week, okay?”

You took a seat, noticing that the table already has two desserts. 

“Uh huh. Yes.” Wooyoung’s eyes trailed on you eyeing the blueberry cheesecake. He pushed the plate closer to you before going back to talking. “I did file a leave. It’s just five days, man. You’re acting like I’ll be out of your life.” 

“Fuck off, dude!”  You heard. 

“I really have to go. My wife is right here already.”

“Wife? Aren’t you going—”

The click of the phone call ending snapped your trance. Your brain short circuited for a moment when you heard the word ‘wife’

Clearing your throat, you grabbed the fork and spoke, “Are you going to keep calling me wife to your friends?”

Wooyoung’s brow raised. “Making it last before it ends.” He pulled the strawberry short cake near him then grinned, “It’s like our group’s little inside joke at this point.”

Of course. Men and their humor.

Surprisingly, Wooyoung was more prepared than you are. He has his documents all organized in a folder and even brought an extra just in case you need one. News flash, you did need it. The lawyer meeting was scheduled in an hour, so while waiting, you sort out your documents as neatly as Wooyoung’s. At least tried to.

Marriage Certificate. Identification cards. Affidavits. Copies and copies of documents you didn’t know existed in the first place. You didn’t even know that you had those kind of things too. Requirements that you didn’t even know long existed in your stack of files at your own office. 

“Welcome back!” Mingi smiled. You squirmed under his gaze, remembering how you exploded last week. “Hi, wifey.”

Your brow raised, wanting to fight him but chose to back off.

“Hi.” You greeted.

Yunho guided you and Wooyoung to Mr. Kim’s table. You realized how exposed you are in such a tiny office. Mingi took a seat to what you think is his designated working area and so did Yunho. Your ears burned at the fact that they get to hear everything. Well, they are Mr. Kim’s… assistants? Laiasons? You’re not sure. But they do seem to be the only staff Mr. Kim had.

Wooyoung gave yours and his folder to Mr. Kim. Mr. Kim flipped though the papers simultaneously, checking them for a mere second before going to another. “I need another copy of this.” He mumbled under his breath before calling Yunho to photocopy whatever document he pulled out. Within seconds, Mingi was also up on his feet to do the same on another important paper.

“You’re nervous.” Wooyoung spoke. He sat across from you, barely an inch separating your knees together.

“I’m not.” You denied.

“You’ve been tapping for minutes.” 

Your eyes dropped to your bouncing legs. Your fingers tapping over them. “I always do that when I get impatient.” Bringing your hands together, you realized that they’ve turned clammy too.  Why is this so nerve wracking? I can’t wait for this to be over. Please.

“Okay.” Mr. Kim started. “Let’s start with something simple.” He said, closing the folders. Yunho and Mingi placed the photo copies on his table before returning back to their seat.

“How long have you two been together?”

Silence.

“…Depends on how you define together, Hyungnim.” Wooyoung answered. 

Mr. Kim looked confused for a moment. He looked at you and you let out a deep breath.

“Then how did you two meet?”

You told him the drunken story, Wooyoung filling in the parts where it gets hazy. Your best friend’s wedding, the camp fire, the crying… then comes the stolen whiskey… every detail you can lay out.

You also found out that it was Yunho’s birthday. Wooyoung and his friends were in Japan to celebrate Yunho’s 26th. Wooyoung, who recently got broken up by his College sweetheart, was pulled out from his slump on March 23rd to decompress and unwind. And that’s how the two of your worlds collided.

Mr. Kim blinked. “You’re telling me you two never met before all of this happened?”

“…Yes.” You said, biting your lip.

Mr. Kim then gave you and Wooyoung an assignment. Write timelines of what happened that night and gather the additional documents he requested— one of them being certified copies of your marriage certificate (besides the one that was mailed to you) And most importantly, think about the legal grounds to keep the divorce process going forward. 

“Legally speaking, it being a ‘mistake’ is not necessarily enough.” He returned the folders back to your hands. “Divorce and annulments are a lot more intricate than you expected.” Mr. Kim gave you a pointed look.

You were already fidgeting in your seat when you heard that. Wooyoung feeling your frustration, shifted, handing you the toy cactus on Mr. Kim’s table. It has a wacky face on it. You heard Yunho and Mingi stifled a laughter. You looked at Wooyoung, eyes narrowed, in which he just shrugged in return. You can tell that he’s hiding a smile, too.

“So, tell me about your spouse.” Mr. Kim broke the silence.

You both froze. You know nothing about Wooyoung and Wooyoung knows nothing about you. You don’t even know his birthday! You learned Yunho’s birthday before your very own husband! Wooyoung doesn’t know your favorite food. He doesn’t know you enough to learn that part of you yet.

Neither knows each other’s families. You know his friends, that’s it. And they all seem a handful. You’re not sure what he does besides working at the cafe. You don’t know his hobbies or his dreams. Nothing. And you’re sure as hell that Wooyoung thinks the same about you.

“Interesting. Married for one year and three months, yeah?” Mr. Kim sighed. “I’ve handled couples divorcing after twenty years, couples after two months. Never a couple who got married drunk in a different country.”

“We’re not a couple, that’s why.” You muttered.

Before the meeting ended, Mr. Kim had asked a few more questions. They were basic and ordinary. Something every lawyer would naturally ask to understand the clients. You wanted to sink further down Wooyoung’s car seat as you remember that part. You wanted his car to eat you alive and never spit you out.

“Current address?”

“Separate.”

“Did you two ever lived together?”

“Never.”

“Any shared finances?”

“Non-existent.”

“Any children?”

“Nope.” —You remember choking on water that Mingi gave you.

“So, this is accidental marriage. Wife wants a divorce and so does the Husband, am I right?” You nodded. “And since it being a mistake might not be enough, what are the other reasons for this to be done ASAP?”

“I’m getting married.” You answered.

“Ugh!” You pulled your hair. “Why do God give me these battles I never asked for in the first place?” Groaning, you pressed your head at the front console. “I’m not your strongest soldier, Lord.”

Wooyoung got inside the car without witnessing your mini crashout. He had left your documents to Mingi to hide. All you have with you is the new list Mr. Kim gave you. And it’s as if fate really wanted to give you a hard time, Mr. Kim won’t be available again until next Tuesday. Which means another week will pass before you and Wooyoung move to step two.

“Are you heading home or should I drop you off back at the cafe?” Wooyoung asked, starting the ignition.

“I’m meeting with my designer.” You lifted your head up, back pressing to your seat. “Their designer.” You corrected yourself. “Can you drop me off at this place? I can give you gas money.”

Wooyoung scoffed. “Gas money, my ass. I’m heading the same way.” You watched him skillfully pull out from the parking area. He pressed a button and the car got filled with a melody of the top charting songs of the week.

You breathed a sigh of relief when your phone hit your bed. The meeting with the designer went… okay. By the time you get there, the dresses were actually already picked out for you. You had expected it to be first meeting— a brainstorming session of what you want your dress to look like, like the type of cloth you wanted, the embelishments, the veil, etc. 

You expected to be able to pull out your phone and show her your dress inspirations but none of those happened.

None of those happened because Minjae’s choice, his sisters’ choice, his mother’s choice were already lined up before you. You just needed to choose what you think compliments you the most so they can fit it in your size.

It’s 9:30 in the evening already, any minute from now, Minjae will be calling you. Sitting down in front of your desk, you hugged a pillow and turned on your Macbook. Like clockwork, you received Minjae’s call at exactly 9:35.

“How did the meeting with your designer go, love?”

“Good. I didn’t know you guys already picked out a dress for me.” 

“Oh, right. Sorry. Minji has this motif in her mind so we decided to pick out the best dresses that would fit the motif. I forgot to tell you in advance.” Minjae explained.

“Oh…” Your lips pursed. “I hope you tell me about other things regarding the wedding next time.” You said. “So that I don't get surprised, that’s all.” 

“But I like surprising you!” Minjae teased. 

You frowned. Unamused.

“Fine. I’ll tell you all about it next time.” He said. “Well, that’s all I need to catch you up on for now. I need to go. My professor just send out a new project. I love you!” The other side of the Facetime call ended, leaving you staring at a blank screen.

Wednesday and Thursday weren’t as impressive as you thought it would be and you’re already expecting the following schedules will be the same. You pretty much went to the restaurants Minjae’s family booked for a taste test. You thought it would be your chance to be involved in the wedding planning, but just like the wedding dress, the menu are already chosen as well.

You were there to taste what you think suits your palate the most. But even that seems to have a final decision already as Minjae reminded you how much he loves Vivant’s. They were the most expensive caterer and also offered the most ridiculous wedding food. Crackers and caviar as snack? Who the fuck—

You rubbed the side of your temples. You tried to think of this as the bright side of things. At least, you’re not out there stressing about the wedding while you sort out your divorce with Wooyoung. You like to think that it’s one less stress from everything that is happening with your life. 

Does that make you feel a little better inside? Honestly speaking, not really.

You pushed the door open, the familiar ring of bells echoing in your ears. “Hello?” No one was at the counter to greet you.

Jongho, wearing overalls, popped out from the back. He was also wearing gardening gloves, covered in dirt and soil. “Hello… Wife?”

You almost rolled your eyes. “Yeah… The crying lady at the beach, Wooyoung’s wife, wifey... Whatever nickname your friend group have given me. Yes, it’s me.” You mumbled a sarcastic ‘Woohoo!’ under your breath, too.

Jongho snickered. “Well, Excuse me for being dirty. I’m moving some roses to a pot.” He shrugged some of the dirt off his clothes, but all it did was make it worse. You pretended not to see what just happened when Jongho peeked at you. “So, what can I help you with?”

“Uhm…” You played with your foot for a moment, hands hiding behind your back. “Can I… Borrow your table for an hour or two?” You asked.

Jongho chuckled hearing the same question he got from Wooyoung more than a week ago. “Sure, wifey. You can borrow it as long as I’m here.”

Grinning, you bowed your head and thanked him.

He was about to return to potting some plants when Jongho stopped in his tracks. You were in the middle of placing your notebook and macbook on the table. “Does Wooyoung-hyung know that you’re here?”

You looked over your shoulder and shook your head. “We’re meeting again next Tuesday. Plus, he doesn’t really need to know everything.”

Jongho stayed put for a minute then let it go. He went behind a door and disappeared.

You did your business as well. You checked your emails just in case your company has any update for you or sent you something you can help with even though you’re on a work leave. You did specifically stated that you will still be available at any time if ever the company reach out. Filing that work leave was against your will anyway.

After an hour, you had updated everything you needed. You had contacted Vivant to send you variations of their wedding menu as well as asked the designer for your wedding dress update. 

We’re meeting with a wedding coordinator next week.

Minji’s message was the first thing you saw when you minimized all of your browser tabs.

Did you see the recommendations I sent you?

You replied.

Yeah, I did. Mom also mentioned this place where—-

You snapped your laptop shut. Are you getting married or they are? 

“Jongho-yaaaa.”

“Choi Jongho!”

The bells rang, followed by a bunch of footsteps. Followed by familiar voices you knew well at this point.

“Choi Jongho, our maknae!”

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, Yunho, Wooyoung… and two faces you don’t recognize walked in. 

Wooyoung was the first one that noticed you in the corner, his head tilting. Yunho noticed you next, eyes widening at your sight. Soon enough, they all saw your figure, seated on Jongho’s special table. Hongjoong and Seonghwa smiled, sneaking glances at each other. Mingi, on the other hand, was the first person who took the seat across from you.

The unfamiliar two were still clueless before Yunho whispered something in their ears. Their jaws almost dropped on the floor, shrieking at the news. You can tell that Yunho had told them that you’re the infamous ‘wife’ of Jung Wooyoung.

“Yah! Choi Jongho! It’s Friday!” Mingi shouted, his eyes diverting to the door that was left ajar. “We were supposed to celebrate Yeosang’s birthday on Monday, remember?”

“We closed the cafe early for this celebration, Jongho! Come out!” Seonghwa was already moving towards the room as he speak.

“It’s his garden room. It’s like—” Mingi’s brows knitted. “It’s… Uh, what do you call that?” You gave him a blank stare.

“It’s a mini greenhouse.” Wooyoung interrupted. “Fits two persons and that’s it. The only people allowed inside are Seonghwa-hyung and Yeosangie.”

“Yunho used to have a greenhouse pass.” Mingi whispered. “Then he stepped on a flower bed. He got kicked out immediately.”

You chuckled at the information. You can definitely picture a curious Yunho inside, probably amazed by Jongho’s plants, then accidentally stepping on a flower bed. You can also picture Jongho’s dissapointed face before kicking out the giant one. You almost laughed at the scenario in your head.

Wooyoung looked over at your smiling face. Your light aura reflecting back at him.

“What made you come here, wifey?” Hongjoong motioned for you to scoot to the other side so he could sit.

You huffed. “It’s been a long day for me. Gown fitting and all. I remembered how peaceful this place was when Wooyoung took me here." You grabbed your laptop towards you when Hongjoong took his seat. “And how silent Jongho was.”

“Wow.” Hongjoong expressed. “Our cafe is right next door where your husband works and you chose to be here?” He put a hand over his heart. 

“Your cafe gets chaotic around this time. And Wooyoung’s female regulars might shoot lasers at me if Seonghwa makes me sit behind the counter again.” You said the second line in a joking manner. But given the way all their eyes darted at you, it’s obvious that the joke went over their heads.

Clearing your throat, you forcibly laughed. “There's a joke in what I said, by the way.”

“So…” Yunho trailed. “Where are you going after this? ‘Cause we’re stealing Jongho.” Yunho leaned closer to the table.

“Oh, I need to go to my parent's house. Something along the lines of wedding destinations and venues and… stuff.” Your lips pressed into a thin line.

“That’s too bad. We really thought you could join us.” The guy you haven’t met before pouted. Not that you stared too much and observed too much, but he definitely was the bulkiest of the group. Impressive shoulders and arms… slim waist. Okay, you have to stop.

Blinking, your reply slipped out of your mouth. “Well, I would've loved too. If only I was single as hell and not stressing about what seems to be the wedding of the century.” You didn’t mean for it to sound too bitter, yet it still left an unpleasant taste in your mouth.

The guys looked at each other.

“I’m San, by the way.” His teeth flashed, pushing out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, San.” You shook his hand. Then you turn your attention to the other guy you haven’t had the chance to introduce yourself to. “And you are?”

“Yeosang.” Deep voice. “Nice to meet you, too, wifey.” 

“I’m really upset that we’re the last ones to meet you. Yeosang here knew Wooyoung the longest and well, not to brag, but I am Wooyoung’s best friend.” San sulked.

Before you knew it, someone said that they’re all best friends— in which, one person disagreed. Voices over voices erupted in front of you, bantering and no one wanting to hear what the other tried to say. Protests of Mingi being biased to Yunho were yelled out. Someone pointed out Hongjoong and Seonghwa having a soft spot for each other, Wooyoung getting matching tattoos with San, and more. 

“My friends get chaotic at the smallest things.” Wooyoung found a spot behind your chair, removing himself from his group’s commotion. “Sorry if it gets overwhelming sometimes.” He apologized.

You gave him a smile. “I actually like watching the chaos like this. My life has always been planned and controlled. Curated. Too perfect, if you will.”

Wooyoung stared longer than usual. Like you opened up a page on him and he's reading every single word. “I think people tend to stress too much trying to get everything right.” 

You stared back at him. The chaos in front of you disappearing for a moment.

“The best memories I’ve had usually started because someone messed up.” Wooyoung added.

The group’s fight simmered down, you and Wooyoung stayed oblivious at the fact.

“Ya! Are you spilling secrets about me?” Mingi’s attention turned towards Wooyoung.

Wooyoung scoffed. “What makes you think you're important to our conversation?”

Mingi shoved Wooyoung. You didn’t even realize that he had stood up earlier. “I’ll tell you my favorite quote of mine.” Mingi put an arm over Wooyoung’s shoulders. “Perfect things are lovely to look at but they're usually not the most fun to live for… Live in. Whatever.” He waved his hand in dismissal.

“What he's trying to say is, it’s okay to be imperfect. People are happier when they're not trying hard to be perfect, you know?” Hongjoong stated.

You also almost forgot that he was sitting next to you, too.

Right… Seems like it is happier that way…